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Abbott Quentin chuckled as he nodded his head firmly. “Of course we will! I would be ashamed to call myself a Redwallers if I didn’t help in any way I could.”

He lifted a paw to the side of his snout, calling towards the door. “You know, Skipper, I told you that you didn’t have to stand guard.” The otter poked his head inside. “Oh, aye, I was just passin’ by, Father Abbott.”

The Abbott shook his head and laughed heartily. “I’m sure that’s what it was. Could you and your crew bring down our dearly beloved Badgermum Mariah’s, seasons rest her soul, armchair from the attic and set it up in the guest bedroom for our guest, please?”

”But o’ course, Father Abbott.” Skipper did an elegant yet exaggerated bow, before a candied chestnut fell from one of his tunic pockets.